I l-o-v-e-d the incorporation of the numbers. You stayed specific and consistent.

..But did you multiply 20,160 minutes by 14 to get that other big number? I think that's what you did, but I'm not sure. Though wouldn't you multiply it by 60 to get the number of seconds in two weeks? :3

Anyways, I still loved it. And I still want to marry it.

[It didn’t change the memorial service as she laid a bouquet of flowers (she didn’t count how many) on his grave, the sun burning holes into her black dress, eyes weary from the drainage of an ocean (another approximation) down her arms, across her legs, through the cracks of her bedroom floor.]

LOVED THAT. You repeated that "down her legs, across her arms" thing from the beginning, but "across the sky" is so much more hopeful than "the cracks of her bedroom floor." I loved the way you showed the change in her personality with and without her (sweetsweetsweetsweet) guy. It made me sad when she didn't count anymore. :(